I should change the color, maybe go more blonde - like a dirtyblonde. It would be subtle and a good change for springtime. I did havethat grand adva...ce for taking on this project of finding Amber. I decidedit was a done deal - new hair color when I get home! I finished the rest of my nightly routines, flipped the nightstand lightoff, and enjoyed the coolness of the bed sheets on my skin. I rolled overand grabbed a pillow to put between my knees - it would have to do inabsence of my body. Com)One hot day in March, Dan was walking down the street downtown he waswandering around trying to pass the time before his appointment at thebarber. His 6' 165 pound frame was very well toned for an eighteen-year-old high school senior and he decided to show it off by taking off hisshirt which left him with just a wife-beater, when suddenly two mengrabbed him and threw him into the back of a large green truck."I'm Harry and this is Kyle, we will be your new masters from now on,"the muscular. A gas mask was removed and a cylinder was affixed to the bottom of it. Unable to stop laughing as the thugs held her down..tickling her under her feet..across her ribs...inside of her ass...under her pits and across her breasts..Star could do nothing as the gas mask was placed over her nose and mouth..and a valve was turned on the cylinder attached to the mask."Noooo...Let me go...I'm getting so tired...taken by surprise...They know my weakness...How??...Tired...Ohh..so..fucking..tired" moaned. The feeling was spread throughout my body and not centered inthat one place. Then I realized what was happening. I was no longer aman but truly a woman feeling a man make her complete. This was not ahomosexual encounter like those early, shameful times when I wasconfused. This was different. This was why I existed."Yes," I said out loud. "Yes, I am really a woman." Anne," Mark responded. "Yes, you are a woman. You are my woman and youwill be my woman for the rest of our lives. I love feeling.